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You may have occasion to possess or use material things, but the secret of life lies in never missing them.

You may just miss an awesome ride if you only look at happiness as a destination.

You may miss the end of the world, but you definitely are going to have a front row seat for the end of your world.

You might get some serial killers who are born with a chip missing, but for the most part I don't think anyone is born bad.

You mustn't miss the moment. There's only one first sailing into Rio harbor.

You need to take risks, you never know if the end results will be beautiful or strange, you need to be instantaneous, listening to every moments, without missing a scrap of the music, even if you play a rest!

You never make any of the shots you never take. 87% of the ones you do take, you'll miss too. I make 110% of my shots.

Young people of this century, like my son, didn't live through all those things that went on during that period of time, from 1930 to 1950. They're missing that experience. To go from a bicycle to a vehicle that takes somebody to the moon - only we saw this kind of thing.

You probably can't get much closer to God than serving a congregation 24/7. At the same time, there's a different kind of closeness in this present life I have in which I have much more freedom to come and go and to engage some of the silence and stillness and solitude that I was missing before.

Your absence has gone through me

Your death and my death are mainly of importance to ourselves. The black plumes will be stripped off our hearses within the hour; tears will dry, hurt hearts close again, our graves grow level with the church-yard, and although we are away, the world wags on. It does not miss us; and those who are near us, when the first strangeness of vacancy wears off, will not miss us much either.

You're better off missing a bus or an airplane once in a while than you are getting there too early all the time.

you’re going to miss me, but you’re not going to admit it

You're gonna miss this, you're gonna want this back. You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast. These are some good times, so take a good look around. You may not know it now, but you're gonna miss this.

You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl, Lia-Lia, caught in between the worlds. You’re a ghost with a beat- ing heart. Soon you’ll cross the border and be with me. I’m so stoked. I miss you wicked.

You're real selfish and everything is focused on you and how you feel until you realize there is something missing and that's your relationship with Jesus Christ.

You're only as good as your body of work, and everybody has issues, whether it's Steven Spielberg or Martin Scorsese. I'm not comparing myself to those guys, but you learn more from the misses than the hits.

You’re the missing piece I need The song inside of me I need to find you I gotta find you

Your interests change. I used to feel that if I spent evenings reading, or watching a film, or just doing nothing up here at the house, I would probably be missing something that was a lot more fun. I don't have that sense anymore.

Your natural inclination is to preach and to warn other travellers of snags in the path, but isn't it better to signal to them some of the joys by the way which they might otherwise miss?

Your rhythm is what matters to you so much that when you miss it you're resentful of your work...So find your rhythm, understand what makes you resentful, and protect it.

Your work matters a great deal to God, to others and to our world. There is no ordinary work. The work God has called you to do is extraordinary. Don't miss out on God's best by taking an ordinary approach to it.

You say that if we hadn't just gotten married, you would want to marry Miss Arkansas. Even if she can't spell. She can sit on her hair. A lover could climb that hair like a gym rope. It's fairy-tale hair, Rapunzel hair. We saw her practicing for the pageant in the hotel ballroom with two wild pigs, her hair braided into two lassoes.

You should make her call you ‘Miss Georgina,’” added Hugh with a mocking southern drawl. “Or at least ‘ma’am.’” Niphon’s presence and Jerome’s lecture had put me in a grouchy mood. “I’m not doing any mentoring. She’s so gungho to take on the world’s male population, she doesn’t even need me.” The three men exchanged more smirks. Cody made some hissing and meowing sounds, scratching at the air. "This isn’t funny,” I said. "Sure it is,” said Cody.

You shouldn't miss someone who don't miss you, right?

You sound as if you don't mind what happens to it," said Tessa. "Won't you miss it here? This place has been your home." His fingers stroked her wrist lightly, making her shiver. "You are home for me now.

You stand up to that challenging shot, you put yourself into that shot, and you pour yourself into it confidently. Stand up and commit yourself completely. If you miss it, you miss it certainly. You've done everything you can.

You will miss her sometimes. Bear in mind she's trying to kill you. Bear in mind you have a life to live.

You think you can destroy the planet? What intoxicating vanity. . . . . We've been residents here for the blink of an eye. If we're gone tomorrow, the earth will not miss us.

You two were in a cave together?’ said Miss Simpkins in horror. ‘Yes,’ said Kate, ‘and it was very, very dark.

You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.

Zen phrase says The instant you speak about a thing you miss the mark.

You wouldn't kill me. You'd miss me.

Zen practice is about not getting high on anything and in so doing getting high on absolutely everything. We then find that everything we encounter - bliss or nonbliss - possesses a tremendous depth and beauty that we usually miss.

You will miss out on some near soul mates. This goes for friendships, too. There will be unforgettable people with whom you have shared an excellent evening or a few days. Now they live in Hong Kong, and you will never see them again. That’s just how life is.

All the faces on the photographs have changed, To not confuse it all, the names remain the same

Absence is more, thorny on the soul, than however dulcet, presence can be. Apparently, I have missed you, more than, I have ever loved you.

After all, we all know Hide and Seek can be a scary game, especially when we don't want to be found.

Babamı kaybetmenin ne demek olduğunu, uzunca bir süre sonra, ta ki artık beni başının üstüne alıp evin içinde koşarak turlayacak biri olmadığını, korkmayayım diye yanımda uyumamı beklerken gecenin bir vaktine rağmen gözlerimin cin gibi açık olmasından bıkkınlık gelip beni ağlayana ve uyuyacağıma yemin ettirene kadar gıdıklayan biri olmadığını... Artık annemin kesintisiz olarak asık suratlı bir kadın olacağını, ya da ben henüz sekiz yaşımda olmama rağmen, gece oyuncak ayıma sarılmış uyumaya çalışırken, yatağıma benden başka birinin daha süzülmeye çalıştığını fark edip, ona döndüğümde annem olduğunu anladığımda ve “Neden buradasın anne?” diye sorduğumda, hiç utanmadan “Korkuyorum, birlikte yatalım” diyeceği zamana kadar. Gecenin o en derin sessizliği sıralarında, kalbimi yerinden çıkaran ayak seslerinin kapının kilitli olup olmadığını yatağından kalkıp en az yirmi kez kontrol etmek zorunda olan annemin olacağını fark edene ve ben bütün bunların, evimize yabancı bir adam geleceği güne, ta ki iki sene sonrasına dek devam etmek zorunda olduğunu fark edene kadar... Anlayamamıştım. Henüz bilmiyordum ne demek olduğunu.

And now she was colder by the hour, more dead with every breath I took. I thought: That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him the world run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.

Angry at him for leaving without a word, angry at myself for being so easy to leave and for not being enough to make him want to stick around.

Are you anybody else’s missing piece?’ ‘Not that I know of.’ ‘Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?’ ‘I can be someone’s and still my own.’ ‘Well, maybe you don’t want to be mine.’ ‘Maybe I do.

At that, the old hag flew into such a rage she burst into pieces on the spot, and the princess with the long nose did the same right after her, and the whole pack of trolls right after that. At least I haven't heard a word about them since.

Beautiful places are not just a joy for the moment, while you’re there. They will become homes for you, spaces of solace and comfort, where you can close your eyes and go to. Nothing you experience will ever go away. It belongs to you now. Just feel. Don’t be afraid to feel.

But he couldn't feel self-pity in the face of the memorial. He hadn't lost nearly enough as these children, who'd lost their homeland and, in many cases,their whole families. Perhaps they had gained something, too, though. They had at least escaped the concentration camps, been taken in by good, caring families, and had grown up to live their lives in relative freedom.

between you and i, i found just the sky, a sky with a million of stars, but i can see just the moon, not because it's the biggest one but it's the closest and the shiniest between all. so i keep talking to that moon at night, hoping one day will talk with me, before the sun come back or the storm hide all.

But I am the songbird running out of air, and I must breathe.

Connecting to the real world is what I have been missing lately when I shelter inside my own cocoon and a wren flies to remove all the webs of transitions.

But truthfully? Let me tell you what I honestly think. I think, maybe he hasn't even noticed that I'm gone. But. I have.

Children don't understand, when things aren't given. The single parent struggling to provide; how they sacrifice themselves, by sweeping their dreams and goals under the table, just to bring bread and beans on the table.